Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.